The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness, the humble position, the humble position is really powerless, we should report to the Empress Dowager as soon as possible..." The little doctor knelt in front of the dragon tamansha, crying and kowtowing.

In the entire hall, the dragons are burning at their peak, hot water is continuously supplied, the traditional Chinese medicine is brewed, and the smoke of wormwood is smoldering in the air, creating the temperature of spring recovery in the cold winter months.

Due to the timely and thorough discharge of sewage and filth, the emperor's breathing has long since recovered. Coupled with the **** soup, acupuncture, and moxibustion separated by ginger, people should be fine, but the emperor has not woken up.

A deep voice came from inside the curtain: "It will be all right, the Sage believes in your medical skills, you just do your best to heal, and don't make a sound. If the Sage wakes up and wants to blame, I will take full responsibility."

Ming Ciyue's close-fitting black soft armor was half-open, and a small lump was placed close to his chest to protect it. The outer layer was covered with a large animal skin cloak, and the outer layer was wrapped with a golden silk quilt, which tightly bound the two of them. Together.

Fang Caiming said that the more he wanted to put the Son of Heaven in the quilt, it was the little doctor who suggested that the Son of Heaven was unable to recover his body temperature by himself due to the cold, and that another person needed to help him fight the cold.

Presumptuous, it is too presumptuous. Absurd and dangerous.

On the side of the emperor's dragon couch, how can others sleep peacefully!

But the emperor trembled violently in a coma, and Mingci followed him more and more, forgetting everything.

Etiquette, monarchs, ministers, Lund, don't remember anything.

He carefully held the trembling body in front of his chest, on the tip of his heart.

The current Yanfu Hall has been in a state of complete confinement since the third o'clock on the eve of the winter solstice.

If this matter spreads out before the winter solstice banquet, firstly, the world will be in chaos, and ambitious people will take advantage of the opportunity, and secondly, they will be frightened. It wouldn't be him, but the two ladies who walked on the ice first.

The voice of his heart has disappeared and cannot be heard, but he understands that the Son of Heaven is risking going down the ice in order to save people, and such a sage would definitely not want the ending of two noble ladies going to prison.

He can hide it for a while, he wants to leave the choice to the little sage.

It's just a saint in such a helpless and helpless situation... what a saint!

Ming Ci's heart became more and more fierce.

The feeling of suffocation was probably lingering around the saint from the beginning to the end, and it never dissipated.

The little doctor checked the emperor's pulse again, and sobbed: "Your Highness, but all the prescriptions have been exhausted, the saint's pulse is still too empty..."

After a long silence, Ming Ciyue's voice was as soft as he was talking to himself: "It's okay, he's okay, he will wake up."

With the heavy barriers of curtains and warm fog, no one could see the scene inside the dragon couch.

The saint is as light as a little baby, like a little beast that has not opened its eyes and is covered in fluff.

The more Mingci lifted him up from his chest, the strange heartbeat in his ears faded a little, and then dropped him on his chest, and the thumping sound instantly became more powerful.

With a single sound, the possibility of life is born, like a miracle, more beautiful than all the palaces and merchants in the world, and it is the mysterious resonance of the sun, moon and stars.

Ming Ci is more possessed, he is really possessed.

As long as you look directly into Sheng Shang's eyes, you can feel this extremely hidden sound of nature.

No one could hear the voice except him.

His eyes didn't blink, staring at the fluttering eyelashes, how could he only hear the heartbeat? He is not reconciled to these at all, trying to hear more and more from this body.

For example, listen again, "Uncle Huang..."

"Uncle Huang?" Ji Zheng's voice was frozen and hoarse.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could find that he was tied tightly to Ming Ciyue, unable to move.

And, almost naked. Naked relative.

Mingci turned a deaf ear more and more, stared at himself lostly, his eyes were extremely dark, his eyes were gloomy and subtle.

The gaze was still real, and it was terrifyingly hot. Ji Zheng subconsciously avoided it, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Adam's apple that was in front of him, and then went down... The middle clothes were half-open, and there was a scar that stretched over the shoulders on the abrupt collarbone. .

That absurd dream...

Ji Zheng suddenly came back to his senses and buried his face in the pillow suddenly, his cheeks burning hot.

"Ming Ci Yue! Who allowed you to stare at me!" He made a muffled voice from the pillow with anger.

Unfortunately, it sounds like a milk cat meowing.

Ji Zheng subconsciously thought of kicking the person down with his legs, and in the next instant, Ming Ci tumbled violently, his entire back slammed onto the cold jade floor, making a dull sound.

Ji Zheng was stunned, he hadn't had a leg just now.

Ming Ci Yue lowered his head and slowly got up, lifted his robe, and slammed his knees on the sharp edge of the jade steps.

The trousers were so thin, Ji Zheng watched helplessly, and after a while, two bright red bloodstains seeped out through the white cloth and were slightly printed on the jade.

The little healer thought that the emperor was angry, so he quickly knelt down and said, "Sacred Lord, calm down, it was the humble official who proposed to let King Jing keep you warm."

Ming Ci Yue said: "Break into the dragon couch and look directly at the face of the dragon. The Holy One should commit the death penalty to convince the public, minister, and never complain."

The voice was hoarse and full of self-blame.

This is the real clear speech. It is as bright as the moon, pure and clear, and has no evil desires. It is untouchable.

And Huo Yu choked a lot of water because he had just saved him.

Ji Zheng was stunned for a long time, and he was too ashamed. How could he dream of such a clear speech, and subconsciously sully a Duanfang gentleman.

Is it just because of the clear remarks that you saved yourself without evil thoughts, hugged yourself, and kept yourself warm?

He's guilty, guilty of capital punishment!

Ji Zheng lowered his head and hummed: "I forgive you for the death penalty, I won't set an example..."

Mingyu is more and more motionless.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to raise his voice: "I don't listen to the imperial decree anymore, Uncle Huang wants to rebel?"

Only then did Ming Ciyue slowly get up, still lowering his head and no longer looking directly at Longyan.

But the little healer wondered, "Why is the holy man's face so red, could it be that the fever is getting worse?" As he said that, he had to go up and take the temperature for the holy man.

Blushed? Ji Zheng's mind was buzzing, and he quickly shrank back in shame.

"You read it wrong." Ming Ci held the little doctor more tightly.

"But..." The little doctor gave the emperor a hesitant look.

Ming Ci Yue ordered: "No but, bow your head."

Ji Zheng didn't notice that Ming Ciyue was free for him at all, he secretly turned his head, took a few deep breaths, calmed his heartbeat, and completely expelled the dream from his brain, so that he could barely look directly at Ming Ciyue.

Ming Ci Yue explained the current situation to him, analyzed it for him, and told him that in order to protect the two women, and more importantly, to catch the perpetrator, he might not be able to announce the whole truth about the falling into the water for the time being, and he would not be able to know the Empress Dowager.

"The two women are no longer in serious trouble. They are arranged in the side hall of Yanfu Hall according to the instructions of the saint." Ming Ci hesitated for a while, then paused, "The saint... is a good saint."

After speaking, he landed on one knee and bowed his head deeply. As if to punish himself, he just wanted to knock on the steps.

The reason for this worship is that last night he actually made the Son of Heaven in a hurry and fell to the ground.

Blood poured out from the wound that had never scabbed again in an instant. The pure white trousers, the jade-colored steps, and the bright red blood stains were shocking.

Ji Zheng stared blankly at the sky, and no longer had the strength to wake him up.

How can a saint be a good saint!

He played so conscientiously, day and night, deeply involved in the play, blended well with the tyrant role, integrated into one, the whole world knew that he was incompetent, and even he was about to believe that he was a tyrant.

How can the protagonist praise him as a good saint?

It is simply a sentence that easily negates all the efforts he has devoted for many days.

"Ming Ci Yue!" Ji Zheng suppressed his cough and scolded, "I asked you to strip the two beauties naked and tie them to the dragon couch to serve the bed, not for you to climb up, this is what you mean by following the instructions of the sage. ?"

Ming Ci Yue statured for a while, stood up, bowed his body, and walked away to the outer hall without turning his head.

Ji Zheng was stunned and panicked: "What are you doing!"

Ming Ci Yue repeated the imperial decree in a serious manner: "Take the two beauties naked and tie them to the dragon couch to serve in the bed."

He turned his head and shouted at the outer hall, "Xuan Qian, Chang Qing, Sheng Shang Xuan."

Xuan Qian was very grateful and awe-inspiring to the emperor, and refused to stay in the side hall at all. At this time, she was waiting outside for the saint to wake up. Hearing Xuan at this moment, holding up his skirt, he stepped in quickly.

Thinking of Xuan Qian's feet that shook the ice last night...

Ji Zheng's whole body was shocked, and he held the curtain tightly in his hands, "No, I said I don't want it!" His heart was beating wildly.

When he saw Ming Ci whispered something to Xuan Qian, Xuan Qian looked in suspiciously, and Ming Ci also followed, and happened to meet each other.

For a moment, Ji Zheng seemed to see Ming Ci hook his lower lip more and more, but he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, only to see the gentle and gentle face of the man.

Xuan Qian shook her head regretfully and exited.

Ming Ci came closer and said slowly: "The two of them have left for the time being. The sage is kind and generous, and the minister thanked the sage on her behalf."

Ji Zheng didn't loosen the curtain, but his heartbeat fell slowly, and he only listened to the humane.

"Since the sage doesn't want anyone else, the minister has always protected the sage."

Ji Zheng was stunned, turned this sentence over and over, and chewed it over and over for a long time.

He stared blankly through the ambiguous gauze curtain, looking at the straight and hard spine kneeling in front of the couch, and sighed indifferently, "But I don't want you to protect me..."

The spine trembled slightly, motionless, not saying a word.

"Forget it, let's take a bath." He had a strange smell of Chinese herbal wormwood in a stinky drain all over his body. It is estimated that the waiters have never smelled such a strange smell of the emperor.

"My legs..." Ji Zheng frowned, he seemed to have forgotten how to move his legs, his upper body lost his balance, and he almost slammed on the jade ground. He held it in his arms.

A kind of fear slowly rose from the bottom of my heart. This very familiar feeling was very much like being trapped in a hospital bed before death in a previous life, unable to move my whole body, feeling the passing of life in loneliness powerlessly.

Because of the disability, it will no longer be loved.

"Zhen's feet...are they still there?" Ji Zheng swallowed nervously, and slowly groped his hands along his legs. Ming Ci held the pair of jade feet one step ahead of him.

Delicate and delicate, without a single thick cocoon, it is like a lotus root emerging from water. It's just that after being soaked in cold water for too long, it still feels like jade to the touch.

As soon as Mingci Yuefu touched it, he frowned again.

He is a martial artist, and he is proficient in the muscles and bones. He checked it carefully, and the little doctor also checked it. The two came to the same conclusion that the emperor just numbed the nerves in cold water and temporarily sealed the muscles and veins. Repeatedly soak in hot water several times, the temperature returns to normal operation.

Ji Zheng said nothing on the surface, but he was still in a panic, staring at his legs in a daze.

Ming Ci Yue put the pair of jade feet in his arms, trying to get over a little bit of temperature.

"Sir, look at the minister." Ji Zheng's eyes shifted back little by little.

As if he understood his mind, Ming Ci said softly and comfortingly, "Holy Lord."

Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ciyue, suppressed his heartbeat slightly, and let him carry himself to the palace dedicated to the emperor's bath after Yanfu Palace.

The entire bath is naturally made of smooth stone and embedded under the floor. It looks like a small swimming pool. It is very spacious and luxurious. In winter, hot soup is continuously supplied. It was smoky and warm.

After taking a bath and removing his clothes, Ji Zheng froze in Ming Ciyue's arms.

Although the little sage's body is strictly not his, and when he was in a coma, he had already exposed his chest, naked and naked... but it does not mean that he can also be awake!

Before he could say anything, he saw Ming Ci Yue carefully placing himself beside the soup pool, sending a few servants to remove his clothes, turning around himself, lowering his eyes, and finally bowing with all the waiters. He exited and closed the door by the way, "This minister is the sage and guards the door outside."

"As long as the sage calls the minister, the minister will always be there."

Ji Zheng was dumbfounded, and he was a little too gentleman.

The water in the pool is not deep, at most no more than the waist of a normal man's stature, and it is so clear that one can see the light-colored jade at the bottom of the pool.

He moved his legs carefully into the warm water to soak them.

The surface of the water was originally very calm, but at this time it was stirred and swayed, up and down, and a whole wave of ripples rippled.

It was as if...Last night, I looked up from the bottom of the river to the surface of the water, the pitch black was covered with ice, and the water ripples in the dead silence.

Suffocating.

Ji Zheng seemed to be strangled by someone's throat all of a sudden. In this warm temple, breathing became difficult in an instant. Every time he exhales and inhales, he swallows a thousand silver needles.

He struggled to escape from this cannibalizing water, but the more he struggled, the harder his legs became, and the whole person plunged into it, and the splashed water rushed to the shore.

Sit up, sit up.

As long as he sits up, this warm pool can't reach his shoulders at all.

But Ji Zheng was completely blindfolded by the nightmare, and all that was left in front of him was the dark, stench of river water and floating ice.

"Ming Ci Yue, Ming Ci..." He repeated, calling only one name, but his voice was too weak, and he swallowed a lot of water before he finished calling.

Horror creeps all over his body.

"I think about it, I'm still..." Almost at the same time as his voice, the gate of the palace was pushed open again, "Excuse me for overstepping."

Ji Zheng was easily supported by a strong arm and sat firmly in the pool.

He trembled, his hands covered his bare skin with chills, and turned his head slowly.

Ming Ciyue's eyes were covered with a white cloth satin.

The cloth satin dangled down the back of his head like a waterfall, floating leisurely on the pool surface.

The author has something to say:

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For some reason, I can only hear the heartbeat now. The uncle looks at each other from time to time because he is still trying to hear his heart again, but the uncle can also guess some of his careful thoughts by relying on the heartbeat.

The sound of Xiao Sheng's heartbeat is quite high for Uncle Huang, he is still struggling between being a pervert and a gentleman, jumping repeatedly, hehehe

It's a bit late today, but I still feel pretty thick. Long ╮(‵▽′)╭